I wrote this poem in April of 2014 after reading a children’s version of the story to my class… And I completely forgot about it until now! I’ve stumbled upon it, as I am currently fishing through all of my old documents to recover first grade lessons, memories, and other useful artifacts (I’m teaching first grade this year instead of Kinder).
The Beowulf Poem
Shoulder strings dangled
like silver strands,
reeking of lifeless days to come,
bleeding tomorrow never come.
the lively feast of sons,
a breach unforeseen,
but was sure to come.
Mothers quaked at the
somber sounds of the unnatural
mother smothering sons. So long,
young souls, you’re not forgotten,
for fathers shall not forfeit.
And feign delight when she falls,
for revenge soon finds its culprit.